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ected.Idon’tknowwhy,butmyenmitytowardshimseemstodecreasedaybyday.Don’tyouthinkthat’sstrange?”

    “Hum.Don’tthinktoohighlyofhim”saidEmmanuelcoldlywithasneer.“InmyeyesheisonlyabrokenballbythesideofthestreetthatanyonecouldkickwithoutmeetingaanatterwhatIdotohurthim,hewouldnotreprimandme.Heisjustsuchagoodygoody.”Atthesewords,Salinacastacoldandcalglookathim,whichmadethemanhanghishead,afraidtomeethergnce.HesuddenlyrememberedtheirmeetingwithDimitriinthedesotesquaretwodaysago.AtthetimetheywereeDimitripoithattherewasatreasuretroveineveryone’sheart,thatDimitrihadone,SalinahadohatheMr.Fingerhadooo,onlyhewasnoawareofityet.“IsupposewhathemeantwasthatitwasbehmetobesoservileandfawningbecauseItoohaveatreasuretrovejustasgoodasSalina’s.ButtheproblemwasIdon’tknowhowtogetmyhandsonthistreasureawill.TheimeIseeDimitri,Iwillforcehimtotellmethesecret.Ifhewon’ttellmeIwillendourfriendship!”ThiswasEmmanuel’swishfulthinking.Actuallygettingholdofandusingthiselusivetreasuretrovewasask.Theteiqueissubtle,profoundandtakesalongperiodoftimeofuandingandexercisetomaster.ItwasnotsomethingwhichEmmanuelcoulddoatthispresentstageofhislife.Atthesametimehethoughtofhislifeoverthestfewdays,ofsplurgiravagantlyonthewhirlwindshoppingspreeandofthrowingmoneyaroundlikethere’snotomorrowasifthewholeworldcouldbeboughtatthestretchofhishand.“Moneyisreallyagoodstuff”hethought.

    Waveafterwaveofflowers,majestidunstoppable,swelledandgainedspeedastheysurgedforward.EmmanuendSalinadriftedwiththeflow.Holdingtightlyontoeachother’shands